All Chapters of The Mafia’s possession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

His mouth was on her before she could even say a word. At eleven forty-three at the front door. Lillian stood still, and her mouth moved with his. He slowly kissed her, pulling her close to him and closing the gap between them. His hand came up to her chin and tilted her face. Lillian felt the warmth in his palm. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She couldn't control it, and at the same time, she didn't want the kiss to stop. Her hands moved to his chest. She wasn't pulling him closer. She was holding on. He made a sound against her mouth, barely anything more breath than his voice. Her fingers tightened on his chest. The night was cold, and she found his body warm. That was the part she hadn't been prepared for. Holding Alex close to her. His thumb moved along her jaw down to her chest, and her knees became weak. She could feel wetness between her panties, which she couldn't tell how long. Suddenly, she pulled away. Her hand went to her lips before she could say a word.

The library was on the second floor, at the end of a corridor. Lilian found a room with a reading lamp, and two chairs were placed towards a fireplace that had not been lit. The room smelt of old paper and something faintly citrus. She lit the fire and sat on the left chair with a book open in her lap. She read the same page four times. She kept reading through the lines, but she couldn't focus. Her mind was thinking about something else. Outside, the garden had gone fully dark. The kitchen lights had gone off an hour ago. The house had settled into itself. Her phone sat face-down on the side table.She hadn't touched it since she walked inside from the hallway.“He destroys everything he touches.” She remembered the voice. She wondered why someone would tell her such a thing. She knew Alex was dangerous, but she wondered if he had done worse. At that point she feared for herself and her family. She knew what Alex was capable of, so if anybody says anything about him, it's so har

Chapter 55Lillian walked into her room to see a Louis Vuitton box sitting in the centre of her bed.She had come upstairs to freshen up and get some rest. Now she was looking at an orange-coloured box with brown trim and two velvet cases beside it. One long and flat, one small and square.She crossed to the bed and opened the smaller case first. They were small gold earrings. A gold necklace glittered under the light. She lifted the lid of the big box. It was a burgundy silk M dress folded in tissue. She held it up, wearing a smile on her face. She sat on the edge of the bed with it in her lap, staring at the golden heels lying beside the box. After she freshened up, she didn't do much; she applied foundation and mascara and lined her lips. Her hair was dry and brushed out. It fell on her shoulders. She put the earrings in and reached behind her neck to fasten the necklace. Then she stood in front of the mirror in the dress, staring at herself. It was seven o'clock.She went up

The next morning, the first thing Lillian noticed was guards. She had learned their positions over months: the one by the east corridor, who tracked movement; the two at the main stairwell, who had a habit of stepping marginally into her path when she moved toward certain parts of the house. But they weren't doing that anymore. She is treated as if she now belongs in the house. In the kitchen, Mrs Steele turned from the counter when she walked in. “Miss Greg. What would you prefer this week? I'm putting the meal order in this morning. @Lillian looked at her surprised. “Excuse me?” "Preferences. Dietary, timing, anything that you would like me to account for," Mrs Steele said. She had her paper and pen ready as if they had been doing this often. “I… the same as usual. "It's fine,” Lillian smiled. “Of course,” Mrs Steele nodded and wrote something down. “Do you prefer tea or coffee in the mornings?”"Coffee.""Do you want it strong or...""Strong."Mrs Steele nodded her head and w

Lillian was up before seven.The mansion was quiet at that hour. The kitchen and the corridor were still. She made her own coffee standing at the counter in the bright morning light and thought about Jessie’s laugh on the phone yesterday and Justin’s voice cracking when he said her name. She hurried with her coffee and strode into her bathroom to freshen up. She showed up at the penthouse where Jessie and Justin stayed. Alex's bodyguard was with her. She buzzed from the door, heard the intercom crackle, and then Jessie answered, still half-asleep. “Get up, Jessie, and come open the door. Jessie opened up, standing in the doorway in an oversized sweatshirt and mismatched socks. She looked at her for half a second and then pulled her in. They wrapped their arms around each other. "I'm sorry," Jessie said into her shoulder. "I was horrible to you. I was scared, and I took it out on you, and I'm sorry.""No, don't say that. You weren't horrible.""I was cold. Which from me is basic